The woods were safe for me to walk to and from the village and work at the flour mill, despite that many maidens had been going missing recently. I never ventured farther out than those two places, but on this sunny summer day, I wanted to find a quiet place to read on a blanket. I carried a basket of provisions tucked beneath a folded blanket. I wore a powder blue sundress and my laced sandals, which were enough to trudge through the warm and firm ground of the forest.
I had ventured an hour east from the path, keeping a straight line so that I could find my way back. I'd need to remember to cut my reading short so that I gave myself the time to head back home before sundown. I didn't mind. It was worth it to travel this far out and be myself. The air turned sweet when I approached a part of the woods where the trees were thick and high reaching. The canopy was tinted green from all the leaves in the branches that filled in the gaps where the sun would normally blanket the ground. It made the discovery of the grove that much more enchanting.
It was an open circle with a small pond and a brook-sized waterfall spilling over from a gathering of rocks that continued north toward an incline. It was perfect. I set my basket down and unfolded the blanket. The water was my focus right away, since it was so clear, and the sun shining off the surface made it look like it was covered in diamonds. I felt so fortunate while I settled down on the blanket with my belly to the earth and my first book was lifted out of the basket. The first few pages were already flipped, I removed my sandals from my feet and settled in.
After about an hour of reading, I felt like I was being watched. I lifted my head up and stared around the grove, not noticing right away that anyone was around or anything being out of place. Shrugging my shoulders, I welcomed the break and sat up onto my knees, yawning and stretching my arms overhead. When I looked back down to the edge of the blanket, a patch of wild strawberries caught my attention. They were small, but ripe, and I plucked about five from the ground and popped them into my mouth. I, again, felt so lucky to find this place while I was reaching into my basket for the blueberries I had brought with me.
I opened the cloth they were settled in and I laid on my back to look up at the sky. A berry was occasionally placed past my lips while I watched the sun pass overhead. A few moments later, I felt a rush of heat filling my body, and my skin was forming a sweat. Was it the sun? It wasn't all that hot outside today. The grove around me looked hazy, and I felt like I was moving slowly. Maybe the blueberries were bad? I wasn't feeling ill. I felt uncomfortably hot. My light sundress was rubbing uncomfortably at my skin. I wasn't sure if I was still being watched, but I unlaced the corset sewn into the dress and loosened it from my chest. I sighed in relief as the sweet breeze from the forest washed over my hot, itchy skin.
My dress needed to come off. I wasn't sure what had gone wrong, but I couldn't handle the chaffing and unpleasant rubbing against my skin. I grabbed the hem and pulled the dress clean off of my body and tossed it into the basket.
"Mmmm..." I closed my eyes, feeling the freedom of the warm breeze touching me. I heard the sound of grass being weighed down by heavy steps. I felt unable to care about my panic of another individual nearby while I was naked, and my skin was still burning. The world around me was hazy and sparkly as though I were drunk. When the footsteps stopped to my left, I turned my head to look in that direction and noticed a very tall, black-furred werewolf standing with a posture similar to a man. He growled lowly in his chest, and it was a very low rumble that hummed through my skin. My rational mind would have screamed, but I found that I did not care that I was in the presence of such a handsome beast.
I felt unashamed to be laying in the middle of a grove on my blanket, with the only flesh that was now covered was my hips. Even that was starting to chafe. Another low rumbling growl from the beast, I opened my eyes and noticed that he was standing over me. His legs and thighs were tight, the muscles of his stomach had a six pack definition, and the chest on this black furred beast was chiseled.
His face was that of a wolf's, but his steely grey eyes were so kind as they looked down at me. I traveled my blue gaze down over his body again and noticed that he had two round furry balls hanging freely between his legs. A third oblong bulge was sitting above his testes, with a small, closed line at the top most part. I pushed my hands to the ground and sat up to look at him, my peach-sized breasts and most of my body in full display. Not that I noticed.
"Hello." I said. He seemed to understand me, because he nodded once, but said nothing to me.
"Am I in danger?" I asked. His head shook once. I felt better already. I still felt the haze as though this were a dream.
"Am I allowed to be here?" I asked. He shook his head once. Now I was certain I was in trouble.
"Should I leave?" I asked. He shook his head once. Then after, he lowered down onto his knees and crawled forward. As he did this, he was moving himself over my nearly naked figure. My hands moved out from beneath me and I laid back against the blanket when he was hovering over me. I felt my heart pounding as the beast was leaning his head down close to mine.
He sniffed at my face, circling his nose around my hair, and then his maw opened and he started licking at my neck. The sensation of his tongue sent pleasurable bursts of tingles through my neck and shoulders. I opened my mouth to moan and the continued lapping moved those pulses through my tightening breasts. My nipples were so hard, I felt an ache that was only relieved by his continued licking. My head was in a whirlwind of pleasure. The grove around me was foggy like a thick haze, and it felt like it had been out of a fairy tale. The panic that had been in my mind was gone, and it was now focusing on this werewolf licking his way down to my chest.
His hand reached up, and it was massive, about double the size of a lumberjack's hands with talons that were about an inch in length, and jet black as the rest of him. The digits were not bony, but thick like the paws of a wolf. My pale breast was cupped into his soft padded hand and his maw closed around the nipple, sucking it into his mouth and brushing his tongue over it.
"Ooohhhh my-" I felt the breath leave my lungs. I had never felt such pleasure, and my pale body compared to his jet black fur now blushed with a lovely shade of pink. The heat under my skin flooded beneath him.
At the same time of feeling my breast being sucked, his knees had gently coaxed my legs open, and his body now lay on top of mine, with my panties still clad around my waist. That didn't stop me from feeling the sensation of something long and stiff nestled on top of my sex. His hips ground down against my own, and I mewled like a kitten from my lips, panting softly as the beast on top of me was gently grinding his member against my clothed slit. My hand reached up and stroked at the side of his face, encouraging his stirring actions.
The idea of having sex with a werewolf was not a dream I imagined, but something about this enchanting grove, and the sweet musk that was in the air made me compliant about the idea. The wolf popped my breast out of his maw, and it was a deeper shade of red than my other breast. I panted to calm myself as I watched him lower himself down over the soft and supple slopes of my body. He stopped his head just over my hips and his silvery grey eyes watched my own as he planted his nose at the top of my panties to sniff at my arousal.
His talons gently hooked the hem of my panties on either side, and in a quick swipe, my underwear was cut from my waist. His right hand pulled the cloth away. I blushed heavily, and shyness made me close my legs before he could look. The werewolf gently growled in his chest and his hands moved down the sides of my navel, then my waist. The feel of his talons over my skin bordered on being ticklish and sensual.
His hands continued to move over the sides of my thighs and to the top of my knees. I loved the feeling of being touched, and my thighs being closed did not dissuade the wolf from gently sliding his fingers between my knees, and slowly guiding his hands down. As he descended his hands, my legs were gently being bowed out until my slit was exposed to the warm air and those wet lower lips flowered open. The werewolf pressed his hands on my inner thighs, and his maw lowered down to sniff at my sex.
A rumbling growl in his chest, his toothy maw opened, and his long, flat tongue snaked out and dragged across my lovely pink clit.